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... r that was colder than expected. Lachlan rubbed his hands together, exhaling sharply as he pocketed his phone. The message had come through coded and short: "City H. Military base. Same team. One hour."
He wasn’t surprised. They’d been due. In fact, his feet were almost itchy, wanting to get back to work. The work that paid for the gym.
He was still tucking the phone away when the weight room door creaked open. A figure stepped out—quiet, careful.
Seraphina.
Lachl ...
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